“I’m on a train.”
His voice sounded hard, defensive. I pictured him sitting there, head leaning back, his eyes dark, shifting uncomfortably. He had tried to put this off, master of avoidance – never wanting to feel the full consequences of his actions…always looking for the easy way out, a safe place, a warm body, leaving trails of destruction behind.
I tried to keep my voice stable, I didn’t want to get high pitched – the question had to be asked, I needed the book to close.
“Are you living with her?”
“Yes, Yes I am”